Passion and Deceit Part 5

By Leela Atherton

It’s the morning after their night of passion, and time for Maya to return to Edinburgh, while Rajiv is still trying to get over the shock that she was a virgin. Maya has no regrets, although she knows Rajiv will continue to search for a suitable Indian bride, and their affair is over before it even began. Despite their night of passionate lovemaking, Rajiv still believes Maya belongs to his brother, and she can do nothing to dissuade him. With a heavy heart, Maya says goodbye to London and the man who has stolen her heart.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leela Atherton
• Release date: Jul 5, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005522445

Leela Atherton

UPDATE July 2020Passion & Deceit, Part 5 & 6, coming during July Smashwords Sale!Due to the COVID-19 pandemic, and so many of us in lockdown, I've decided to re-publish Passion & Deceit in Episodes. Part 1 is now published for FREE on the Smashwords Sale! Part 2, 3 & 4 are up for Sale at $.99c each, and Part 5 & 6 will be published this this month!Hope you enjoy reading about Scottish beauty, Maya, and her gorgeous Anglo-Indian Hero, Rajiv!Please share with all your friends, fellow-readers and community as we work through this economic hardship and uncertainty that is touching everyone. It’s paramount that we all come together and support each other right now.As someone who suffers with anxiety, I know how helpful it can be to lose yourself in a good book, and reading has seen me through some dark and dreaded timesHonest Reviews of Passion & Deceit, as well as all the books you’ve read, [old and new], will also assist readers in discovering new books while in living social isolation, so please remember to click that “Review” button and share your pleasure with others.In the words of Mark Coker, “Books are powerful. They have the power to entertain, inspire, inform and heal. They offer safe harbour to readers in need of comfort, distraction, hope and a smile.”Stay safe, stay home.Leela AthertonPS If you enjoy a fun, naughty and purely erotic read, check out Storm Stone’s Profile on Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/HardcoreRomanceAbout Leela AthertonI grew up reading Mills & Boon romances, Anne Mather being my favourite author at the time. Later on I began writing Modern Romances for fun. Passion & Deceit was written with my love for India and all things Indian in mind. Besides reading and writing, I enjoy my work with a non-profit organization; EOA Npc, where I focus on Learning & Development for young people and adults, in Langa Township, Cape Town,Connect with Leela Atherton:Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/leelaathertonTwitter: https://twitter.com/LeelaAthertonEmail: [e-mail] Interview: https://www.smashwords.com/interview/LeelaAthertonSmashwords profile page: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/LeelaAtherton

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Passion and Deceit

Part Five

By

Leela Atherton

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First published by Black Opal Books 2013

Copyright © 2020 by Leela Atherton

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CHAPTER 12

Maya climbed silently from the bed, listening carefully for any change in Rajiv’s deep slumberous breathing.

An Indian cotton shirt was lying on the carved, wooden chest at the bottom of the bed. She reached for it, shrugging the soft fabric onto her slim shoulders. It hung down to mid-thigh on her. She buttoned it up, breathing in the clean, soapy smell underlined by his unique, masculine scent, enjoying the sensation of his clothing against her naked skin. The door was slightly ajar and she tiptoed toward it with a quick glance back at his sleeping form before leaving the room. He looked quite beautiful stretched out across the bed, the dark golden skin of his naked back contrasting with his sable tousled hair.

Memories of the night before caused her skin to prickle, heat flooding through her veins. After that earth shattering orgasm, they had lay entangled together, kissing for what seemed like hours, caressing and familiarizing themselves with each other’s bodies. She’d loved the freedom of being able to touch and stroke his hard, muscled body, covered by his satin smooth skin. She savored the power she had to give him pleasure, driving him to the edge. Fascinated by the bold thrust of his arousal, she had found the courage to touch and stroke him, allowing him to show her just what he needed from her. Her wantonness had surprised herself as well as him. She’d wanted to take him in her mouth, but he’d stopped her. His old fashioned values getting in the way, as he told her she was too new to this, moving too fast. She was too sore and tender for them to have sex again, but he’d pleased her with his hands, his mouth, his body, making her climax over and over again. He seemed fascinated by the fine, dark red hair covering her femininity, feasting on it until her body felt like a vessel of ecstasy, not able to think, or come down to earth, before he found some other way of drowning her in new sensations, leaving her mindless and overdosed on pleasure.

She managed to give him some relief as well. He was insatiable, permanently aroused. Although he wouldn’t allow her to go down on him, she used her hands and her body to take him over the edge, even though he kept telling her she didn’t need to, that tonight was all about her. But she wanted to give him pleasure, loved seeing him lose control, groaning and burying his face in her hair as she stroked and caressed him until he was weak, trembling and groaning in her arms, spilling his seed over her lower stomach and thighs .

There were slivers of light peeking through the curtains, so she knew it must be early morning, very early, as the sun rose around five o’clock at this time of year. It was quite easy to find the living room, even if she hadn’t really noticed where he was taking her the night before. The apartment was big, probably three or four bedrooms, she guessed as she stepped into the brightness of the living room with its white walls and long, pale sofas, set around a large, wooden coffee table. Modern artwork and sculptures added to the sleek lines and created beautiful focal points that immediately caught her artistic eye. The open plan kitchen was to her right, separated by a long marble topped counter with four stools, and at the far end of the room was a dining table with seating for about ten people. He obviously entertained here as well. She forced her mind back to more pressing matters.

Where was her bag?

Her eyes swept the room, finally settling on her bag lying on one of the cream couches. She needed to check her messages and then call the train station. There was one text from Jay, wishing her a safe trip and asking her to text him when she arrived. She hated lying, but hit the reply button and sent him a message saying she’d arrived safely and would text him later in the day. She saw a cordless landline on a side-table and decided Rajiv wouldn’t mind if she used it to find out about her train. Dialling Directory Enquiries, she obtained